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Subject: {ASSM} A True Story from My Day
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Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2008 08:10:02 -0400
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[Note: This is just something that actually happened to me today. 
Nothing incredible, but something I certainly enjoyed and felt like 
writing down.]

I was out for a drive and I pulled up to a stoplight. You know the 
type, one of those ones that if you just miss it, you've gotta wait a 
solid minute for the green.

I slunk back in my seat and started fiddling with the radio. I'm not 
sure how much time had passed, but at some point I looked up and there 
she was. Well, there they were. A guy and his girlfriend at the 
crosswalk. Nothing too remarkable about that, except for what she was 
wearing.

She was a short brown-haired beauty and she was wearing a pure white 
shirt dress and nothing else.  My eyes drifted up and down her legs, 
incredibly feminine and impossibly long and beautiful for such a short 
girl. The shirt barely went below her butt and every step seemed to 
poke it up. I could see her hand constantly trailing down, tugging at 
it, keeping it from revealing too much, or so it seemed.

There's something about seeing legs... it's a visceral reaction, more 
so than breasts or anything else. If you're a man and you see a 
gorgeous pair of legs leading up to a nice ass you don't have any 
control, your mind is immediately imagining those legs in the air, that 
lower half bent over a table, and any other dirty fantasy you've had in 
your life.

This was a beautiful California day, so a gorgeous girl, even an 
extraordinary girl, isn't much to get excited about, but there was 
something absolutely entrancing about this twenty-something. I don't 
know if she was trying to tease the guy she was with, but she just 
would not stop playing with the edge of that dress, twirling it, 
bringing it up a little, giving a better and better glimpse of her ass. 
And giggling like a naughty child.

I looked around, wondering if I was the only one to notice, and sure 
enough no one seemed to see this temptress. The dress was so pure and 
white, and the day so hot, you could make out every inch of her 
perfectly round buttocks through the sheer material.

Must be a thong, I thought, as she stopped, waiting to cross the other 
way. I smiled and prayed for a gust of wind. Well God works in 
mysterious ways because just then, she reached down and pulled the back 
of her dress up to her waist, flashing me with her perfect ass. I was 
wrong. No panties at all.

A second later it was over, and no one had noticed, not even her 
boyfriend, and she skipped out into the intersection like a pixie, and 
there was my green light, forcing me to move on.

If you're out there, girl, thanks. You made my day.

-- 
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